THE BILLIONAIRE'S BEST KEPT SECRET

Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

“I am Carlos Mendoza de la Souza” he replied, as if I was expected to know the name. Anyways I decided to play along: “ I'm honored to meet you, do you require anything else from me?” I asked.

“ I'm serious, are you married?” My older brother needs a wife, I don't like his current girlfriend so I'm out on a mission to get him a wife. I've been observing you for some weeks and I know you would make a great wife for him. He said, hurriedly as if he was expecting his confidence to falter.

“Well then! Why don't you send your brother to me and I would see if we are a match. In the meantime I have customers waiting to be attended to. On a side note, the young girl of about your age seated adjacent to you - no don't turn - has been staring at you. Maybe you should try working out a relationship for yourself” winking at him, I walked to go attend to other customers.Coming up to the counter to pick up orders,Eunice quickly corralled me-I've been avoiding having this conversation with her since leaving the boy’s table. “Hey!, what did he say to you?” She asks.“He says he's looking for a bride for his older brother, or something of that nature. Can we talk about this later? This is rush hour!”

By the time It's 4 pm the afternoon rush slows to a trickle, and I can take time off to massage my aching feet: I'm worried about my Dad, he seems unusually quiet these days….I guess it is because my mom's memorial is coming up.“I've found it!” Eunice squeals, startling me out of my thoughts. “What is it this time? I grumbled.

“Get out of your funk! I overheard the young man tell you his name, so I googled him. He's really who he claims to be!” Eunice continued with a mischief lurking in her eyes. Grabbing the phone from her I glance through- it's an article describing Palmero’s closest family to royalty, it mentions the Patriarch of the family as easygoing, his wife as a snobbish shrew, their younger son as a conundrum…. Wait! Is this Antonio? I can feel my heartbeat accelerating,my palms becoming sweaty,even as I feel moisture gathering in my nether regions.Woah! What's happening to me?Fanning myself vigorously with my apron, I feel eyes upon me. I look up to find Eunice grinning like a lunatic.“Finally! You are human too. Though I never imagined that the image of a man could get you all worked up! You have definitely amped the temperature here “ she cracked like a witch.

Hugging me, she half drags me out of the locker room, we continue walking down to the eating area, to resume attending to customers.While I'm still trying to understand what happened to me back then when I saw his picture.

In the quiet of the day, my dad and I are closing down so I decide it is time I broach the topic of my mom's memorial with him- I feel it is time he stops getting moody- besides it's not as if theirs was a love marriage. Mom always felt she married beneath her never ceased to remind us of that fact! Her family wanted nothing to do with us, so relocation was the only option left. After talking with Dad, I discovered that the reason he has been moody is that our mortgage payments are due, and sales have not been up, due to the tourist season being over. I think it is high time I dust my certificates and try to get a job. With all these running through my mind I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER TWO:

ANTONIO’s Point of view.

Waking up to Isabella's roving hand, I mentally reviewed the last report Rodrigo sent about my brother. ‘Seems to have a new interest- love interest? This remains uncertain. He frequents The English Pub, orders a cup of cappuccino every 30 minutes-this he leaves untouched, staring at a particular waitress as she makes her rounds between tables. Yesterday, for the first time, she approached his table and they conversed for a few minutes, she walked away, looked back and winks at him.

The image of her smile from the photos lingers and I feel myself grow harder under Isabella's ministrations. Flipping the covers aside, I grab her and forcefully thrust into her still seeing those enchanting lips. In a guttural voice I emptied myself into the condom I hurriedly wore. I quickly slid off her and walked off naked into the walled enclosure of the bathroom. I let the jets of cold water sluice down my back- something is wrong! I still have a hard on! Quickly using my hand, I jerk off to the image of her using that full bottom lip around me- only then do I find sweet relief. Done with my ministrations I come out to find Isabella is no longer in my rooms; it is puzzling how she sneaks into my quarters every night with other members of the household being unaware. I know Mother expects me to have proposed to her , but I will not be forced into their machinations - though I wouldn't refuse the food use of a warm , willing and expertly trained body.

On my way out of the estate, I stop by Carlos’s rooms and I'm informed he has already left for the youth center - I'm still not happy with the thoughts of him mingling with unknown folks- The professionals responsible for his care insists on this; claiming that a high functioning individual like him needs these exposures: as much as he can take, to help him adjust to society. I'm consoled by the fact that I have eyes on him at all times. Pushing all thoughts of the mystery woman to the back of my mind, I connect to China for my conference call with Hù Jìnguó.

“Sir, Mr Manuel is requesting a meeting with you, should I schedule him for 3:45 pm, after your call with the Greek ship builders?” Mrs Santini, my battle axe secretary’ voice intoned over the telecom.

“Send him up immediately, I have some free time now,” I rushed to reply to her. Mr Manuel, what do you have for me today? “Sir, I have discovered that the female- Miss Penny Lane now works part time at the youth center: as the secretary to your brother's psychologist. This is barely two days after she was seen speaking with him at the pub”. “Do you have images of this for me?” They are enclosed in the folder. Thank you Mr Manuel, that would be all: you may resume your former duties of protecting Carlos. I would handle this from here on.

I barely notice him leaving my office, as all my attention is fixed on the pictures before: she looks ethereal, celestial: but I'm certain a devious mind is lurking behind those eyes. Picking up my phone,I dial my mother, hoping she's not too busy with her fluff ball friends. “Hello Mother, The youth center is still one of our charities, right? I would be taking over it. Tell your P.A to make all documentation available to Mrs Santini before the close of day”. Ending the call, I feel energized, like I've not felt in a long while! Leaning back with my fingers steeped under my chin, I picture ways I would bring her to her knees for even daring to seduce my brother!